You owned a lot to Charlotte.

The older woman gave you a roof over your head, delicious food, a comfortable bed, and new reasons to stay alive. Many wouldn't understand her words—not unless they had lost their path—but you did, maybe in a deeper way than everyone else. Since you found your way to her community, she had been nothing but kind and attentive: always making sure to ask how you were doing.

You tried to do the same yet it was hard.

As if your life hadn't been hard enough, you also had a lot of troubles expressing yourself—quite literally. The words lined up in your head but stumbled once they reached your lips, and you hated it; hated how most people filled in your words before you got the chance to do so yourself.

Though not Charlotte.

She was always so patient with you, and this time wasn't the exception. You had been trying to tell her something for the past minutes but you just couldn't get it out. You weren't sure what was causing the stutter because you always felt extraordinarily comfortable with her, but it was making you feel like you were just wasting her time. She noticed, obviously.

She walked closer to you and delicately grabbed your hand, holding it softly while looking at you. "Take your time..." She mumbled, her voice low and grounding.